Annakel
The penthouse goes quiet after the wellness team leaves.
Not peaceful quiet. The kind of quiet that follows a detonation, when the air is still ringing and no one wants to be the first to speak.
Edmund sits on the sofa with his head in his hands. Jonah packs his documents with the careful efficiency of a man who knows the war has only shifted, not ended. Viktor murmurs into his earpiece near the corridor, voice too low to catch.
Inessa brings blankets and pillows to the guest room without being asked, preparing Edmund's space as if she's housed fugitives before.
Maybe she has.
Annakel stands in the middle of the living room, arms wrapped around herself, feeling hollow.
Alexander hasn't spoken since the wellness team left. He's at the window again, back to the room, staring a
